Have you ever been SO bored that you feel like breaking down and just cry there? That's exactly how I'm feeling right now. Here, in this cafe, there's simply nothing to do. I mean, it's not like you can just shoot up and declare that you want a round of hide and seek, or musical chair. I feel like falling onto my knees right now and just bawl. Sometimes I hate college life. I hate college life.
I wish things were back to when I was still a kid, when playing tag wasn't childish.
In fact, I'm so bored right now I could just.. I could just scream at the top of my lungs just to release all this negative energy from within.
I want to kick every table and chair aside, and grab a carton of fried rice and eat it for free. I feel like entering the convenient shop in the cafe and push over all the racks and shelves. That's right, I want to vandalize the shit out of this place.
But that's the thing. I can't.
I just fucking can't.
I feel violent and homicidal at this moment. My blood is boiling, and my brain feels like it's about to fall out of my head. Why isn't there anything interesting going on?
Why must there be boring nights like this?
Why must boredom exist?
I wish there was a Zombie apocalypse right now. I really do. At least I'd have something to do, like shove people onto the ground to feed my precious little zombies.
Yeah, that's right. That managed to make me smirk on the inside.
Perhaps I should think of a way to make it happen; the Zombie apocalypse. Perhaps I should develop a virus or some sort, something that could kill the humanity in everyone. Sometimes I find pleasure in all of this. Perhaps Amin was right. Perhaps I am weird.
Perhaps I was once a psychotic murderer in my past life.
Perhaps.